Melodious strains of lilting birdsong drifted into Serena’s conscious, enticing her back from what felt like the deepest of sleeps. A soft breeze grazed her skin, wisps of hair tickling her cheeks. The air was pleasantly warm, soothing. Her long eyelashes fluttered open cautiously, bright sunlight blasting her retinas until her vision adjusted to her surroundings. She was lying in a dappled glade, shadows shifting as the light breeze played with the verdant branches. A sturdy oak tree towered over her resting place, its anchoring roots bursting through the earth. And intertwined across the ground, lilac and snow-white wildflowers filled the glade with floral fancy.

Serena rose slowly, drinking in the beauty of the setting, and admiring the bed on which she had been lying; carved from a felled tree trunk, with a wooden pillow to match. In spite of its apparent hardness, Serena had been  incredibly comfortable on the timber duvet. The whole scene flooded her heart with a sense of calm, her body with relaxation, her mind with peace. It was paradise. She sat awhile, unaware of how much time was passing, but she didn’t care. She could stay here forever.

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